In the Dead of NightA Poem by WinterThoughts
Flickering lights, cold breeze
Shapeless, dark Without name or identity Shifting back and forth Stone pavements cast shadows Stillness, silence Ghostly dances That no one watches Photo Credit: Neil Golub © 2017 WinterAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorWinterLaguna, Region IV, PhilippinesAboutMy emotions exist not in the form of expressions on the face. They live as words on paper, written with an inkless pen. more..Writing
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